Cut Right Through

I got a blonde, bosomed, bombshell
Lady through and through
Took her to the bar
To see a band or two
Brandy, beer, tequila
Then a shot of Jack
My woman drank them all
And asked for more to throw back
Oh, yeah

Cut right through
Cut right through
Damned by a woman
That I knew wasn't true, yeah
Cut right through
Cut right through
Damned by a woman
That I knew wasn't true, yeah

Coming from the bathroom
Ran into my friend
Said that my women
Was surrounded by men
Sitting at a table
With body builder types
Holding hands with one
Taking shots with her right

Cut right through
Cut right through
Damned by a woman
That I knew wasn't true, ahh
Cut right through
Cut right through
Damned by a woman
That I knew wasn't true

I had to think quick
I yelled through the bar
I'm Sargent John L Brooks
Narcotics, fourth floor
This lady deals in steroids
And I'm taking her in
And by the looks of this table
You must be buying, my friend

Cut right through
Cut right through
Damned by a woman
That I knew wasn't true, ahh
Cut right through
Cut right through
Damned by a woman
That I knew wasn't true

Excuses were flyin'
I grabbed my woman's hand
Kicked over a chair
And warned them again
I turned and walked away
And didn't look back
Now my woman don't drink
Brandy, tequila, beer or Jack, no

Cut right through
Cut right through
Damned by a woman
That I knew wasn't true, ahh
Cut right through
Cut right through
Damned by a woman
That I knew wasn't true
Cut right through
Cut right through
Damned by a woman
That I knew wasn't true, ahh
Cut right through
Cut right through
Damned by a woman
That I knew wasn't true



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Writer(s): Mike Spencer
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